New name. New direction.
simply kim
See you there.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
The New Lonesome West
I'm gonna hijack this blog. That's right. Steal. Kidnap. Commandeer. Shanghai. Filch. Pilfer. Whatever you want to call it.
Of course, it's my blog already, so maybe that's overstating it a bit but, really, it was originally created for a very specific purpose--a purpose that no longer exists. And I just cannot get comfortable with the idea of it just sitting here in cyberspace, doing nothing. Gathering cosmic dust. Nor do I want to delete it.
So I'm going to continue it. For no specific purpose. Yet. And who knows what will happen...
... it could devolve into some sort of self-indulgent, wine or scotch driven drivel...or maybe it will become a happy, peaceful, and contemplative place for me (and others) to hang out.
Dunno.
Just know that I want to keep going. And I'm tired of feeling like I'm supposed to know where I'm headed before I start heading there.
I'd rather just make like J. T. K. and BOLDLY GO for a change.
I wonder if I should change the name....
Of course, it's my blog already, so maybe that's overstating it a bit but, really, it was originally created for a very specific purpose--a purpose that no longer exists. And I just cannot get comfortable with the idea of it just sitting here in cyberspace, doing nothing. Gathering cosmic dust. Nor do I want to delete it.
So I'm going to continue it. For no specific purpose. Yet. And who knows what will happen...
... it could devolve into some sort of self-indulgent, wine or scotch driven drivel...or maybe it will become a happy, peaceful, and contemplative place for me (and others) to hang out.
Dunno.
Just know that I want to keep going. And I'm tired of feeling like I'm supposed to know where I'm headed before I start heading there.
I'd rather just make like J. T. K. and BOLDLY GO for a change.
I wonder if I should change the name....
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Hello Lovely Cup of Tea....
I am drinking tea for the first time in weeks, months even. Tea. The drink of sages, poets, and philosophers. The drink that soothes; the drink that seems to connote comtemplation, peacefulness, and calm.
As opposed to coffee of course, the drink that I have been virtually SUBSISTING on these past few weeks. Coffee: the drink of the frazzled, stressed, over-extended, and sleepless masses. The pick-me-up that lets you hang your tired self on a hook to prevent it from crashing to the floor in slumber.
Yeah. I'm drinking tea, because there is nothing left to do with this show now except sit in the booth, hit "go", and watch the actors fly higher and higher each night.
My only wish now is for an audience.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Time to Rock and Roll Kids
THE LONESOME WEST starts tonight and tickets are TWO-for-ONE (Tuesday night only). Read the previews and come on down and join us! Remember: Only SIX performances.
Calgary Sun Preview - The Irish Invade the Pumphouse
Calgary Herald Neighbours - Liffeys Enlist Special Effects Wizard
The Liffey Players Present:
Martin McDonagh’s Dark Comedy
THE LONESOME WEST
Directed by Kim Faires
Produced by Rob Hay
March 2nd - March 6th, 2010
Tuesday through Saturday
Book online at : http://tickets.pumphousetheatre.ca/
Or call 403-263-0079.
Tickets are also available at the door.
Only SIX performances!
Shows are at 8:00 PM plus one Saturday matinee at 2:00 PM. All performances are on the Victor Mitchell stage at The Pumphouse Theatres, 2140 Pumphouse Avenue SW.
(Audience Advisory: Mature Content, Loud Noises, and Theatrical Smoke on stage)
Coleman and Valene Connor, two spiteful and constantly warring brothers, form an uneasy agreement following their father’s recent death. When the local clergyman, Father Welsh, makes the ultimate sacrifice in the hopes of reconciling them, the brothers are forced to reconsider their relationship. Dark deeds are subsequently revealed as a young priest’s soul hangs in the balance.
The Lonesome West is the final installment in Martin McDonagh’s award-winning Leenane Trilogy. A dark comedy set in the tiny village of Leenane, Co. Galway, Ireland, the play is characterized by the searing and often brutal humour for which Martin McDonagh is known.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Little Old Ladies and Tenacious Grips
You know, I think I might be crazy. I mean really, I can get so obsessive about things it's scary.
Take yesterday for example: I was working on the program for this show (because designing the program is one of the many, many, things I still have to do for this show) and, after obsessing over every little comma, space, and font-style possible, I finally went to print a test copy and do you think I could get it to print the double sides properly?? Noooooo...it INSISTED on printing the back-side upside down, and I'll be damned if I could figure out how to correct it.
Now, I'm not any kind of design wunderkind I'll tell you that. In fact, I designed this thing using MS Publisher because my InDesign program was too overwhelming to figure out. (So why, you ask, do I even have InDesign on my computer if I don't know how to use it? Ah. But that's a whole other post. Or blog. Or novel. Or 10-hour movie.)
So I sat there. And fixated. And fixated. And obsessed. And cursed and complained. Until finally, out of frustration, I just clicked on that little green handle in each section of the program and flipped them all upside down on my screen so that they would come out the right side up on the printer.
And I have to say that it's times like these when I am reminded of this story I heard once. I don't know if it's true or if it's just some urban myth, but I heard this story once about a little old lady that got attacked by a man one night while she was out walking. He grabbed her and tried to assault her but she struggled and kicked like mad and the first chance she got she reached out and grabbed him by the nuts and held on so tightly that he passed out with the pain. She was so shocked and fearful that she TENACIOUSLY gripped this guy's balls and would not let go. When the police showed up they found him passed out on the ground and her beside him, white knuckled, and still gripping his nads like her life depended on it.
So there you have it. If that computer had had balls, I'd a reached out and grabbed 'em like my life depended on it. Take that you freakin', stupid computer program.
Take yesterday for example: I was working on the program for this show (because designing the program is one of the many, many, things I still have to do for this show) and, after obsessing over every little comma, space, and font-style possible, I finally went to print a test copy and do you think I could get it to print the double sides properly?? Noooooo...it INSISTED on printing the back-side upside down, and I'll be damned if I could figure out how to correct it.
Now, I'm not any kind of design wunderkind I'll tell you that. In fact, I designed this thing using MS Publisher because my InDesign program was too overwhelming to figure out. (So why, you ask, do I even have InDesign on my computer if I don't know how to use it? Ah. But that's a whole other post. Or blog. Or novel. Or 10-hour movie.)
So I sat there. And fixated. And fixated. And obsessed. And cursed and complained. Until finally, out of frustration, I just clicked on that little green handle in each section of the program and flipped them all upside down on my screen so that they would come out the right side up on the printer.
And I have to say that it's times like these when I am reminded of this story I heard once. I don't know if it's true or if it's just some urban myth, but I heard this story once about a little old lady that got attacked by a man one night while she was out walking. He grabbed her and tried to assault her but she struggled and kicked like mad and the first chance she got she reached out and grabbed him by the nuts and held on so tightly that he passed out with the pain. She was so shocked and fearful that she TENACIOUSLY gripped this guy's balls and would not let go. When the police showed up they found him passed out on the ground and her beside him, white knuckled, and still gripping his nads like her life depended on it.
So there you have it. If that computer had had balls, I'd a reached out and grabbed 'em like my life depended on it. Take that you freakin', stupid computer program.
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